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Drabble 194
by Rositamia
She'd laughed when her sister teased her about him making a great first husband. She is not laughing now.
She stops herself nervously tapping her fingers on the smooth wood of the mahogany table. She angles her head forward to hide behind the fall of her auburn hair. The soft weight brushing her cheek brings back memories of her teasing him about loving her only for her hair. Looking across the vast distance between them now, she sees no trace of that man on his carefully blank face.
She scrawls her name across the document ending her marriage to Jethro.
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